Other Published Work

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 Z Tales: Stories from the Zombieverse
Available here from amazon. I have two short stories in this anthology, which is a collaboration by my writing group.

 







Are You My Mombie?
A zombiefied spoof on the children's classic: "Are You My Mother?"
Go here and scroll down to watch the awesome video my son made to promote this story.

Excerpt:
A newborn zombie sat up in his grave. He looked to his left. He looked to his right. He turned his head ina full circle, looking, looking, looking.

Then he howled, "Where is my Mombie?"

Millie was playing nearby when the zombie climbed from his bed inthe ground. "Oh, hello!" she said when she saw him. "What's your name?"

The zombie just stared at her.

"Oh, maybe you don't know your name. I will call you Pickles because you smell bad, just like the pickles my daddy eats."

Pickles opened his mouth. "Are you my Mombie?" he said.

Millie laughed. "You mean your mommy? No, I'm not your mommy."

Pickles hung his head. "Where is my Mombie?" he moaned.

Millie's face fell. "Are you lost?"

Pickles nodded.

"Don't worry, I will help you find your mommy."




The Zombie Code
Zombies have secrets of their own and rules that must be followed. Those who break the zombie code face steep consequences.

Excerpt:
The Zombie Code

We, the people of the United Un-dead Nation, in order to form a more perfect union and ensure the survival of our species, hereby set forth the following rules and regulations. Collectively, these will be known as The Zombie Code and will be strictly enforced by any and all means necessary. 

Rule #1--No talking to humans

It is a little known fact that we can communcate quite well. Or rather, as well as can be expected with decaying tongues and teeth that fall out at inopportune times. We are often bursting with literary gems, despite our lack of lingual dexterity. It is imperative, however, that we hide our communicative prowess from the humans. We rather like letting them believe our minds are rotting along with our bodies. It ensures they continue in their underestimation of us. Plus, a zombie who growls and groans is far more intimidating than one who taps its prey on the shoulder and says, "Excuse me, but could you hold still while I eat you?"

Therefore, there shall be no talking to humans whatsoever. All communication with those outside our species shall be limited to grunts and moans only. No exceptions. 




Short Story:
Footprints in the Snow
Walter, a recently widowed man living alone, attaches as special meaning to the single set of footprints he wakes up to find leading away from his house. The true story of the footprints is far more nefarious than Walter could have imagined. It is left to the reader to decide whether he is better or worse off for his ignorance.

Read the entire story for free here.









Short Story:
Little Soldier
On the surface, this little soldier is up to no good. But from his perspective, he's the hero of the day.

Read the entire story for free here.  






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